That’s the theme of Ron Padgett’s poem “Think and Do”: the capacity of thinkers to get up from their pedestals and move, for which all pragmatic peripatetics – not “frozen in postures of thought, like Rodin’s statue, the one outside Philosophy Hall at Columbia” – are duly grateful.
ments are muscular. How could a guy with such big muscles be/thinking so much? It gives you the idea that he’s worked all his/life to get those muscles, and now he has no use for them. It/makes him pensive, sober, even depressed sometimes, and/because his range of motion is nil, he cannot leap down from/the pedestal and attend classes in Philosophy Hall. I am so/lucky to be elastic! I am so happy to be able to think of the/word elastic…
Happy and lucky because words provoke thoughts which lead to actions and something to think about. It’s the cycle of life.
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